每天早上我拖着疲惫的步子去美国捷运公司，每天早上都从办事员那儿得到那个不可避免的答复。

Each morning the dreary walk to the American Express, and each morning the inevitable answer from the clerk.

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大约四点钟有一趟火车驶离北方车站，我在计算时间—银行、英国领事馆、美国捷运公司、火车站。

There was a train leaving the Gare du Nord at four o'clock, or thereabouts. I was figuring it our the bank, the Consulate, the American Express, the station.

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我还记得那天早上经过这儿到美国捷运公司去的路上发生的事，那天我早就估计到不会有我的邮件，没有支票，也没有电报，什么都没有。

I remember passing this way the other morning on my way to the American Express, knowing in advance that there would be no mail for me, no check, no cable, nothing, nothing.

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